‎There's no way to cheat a sensualist like me, somebody who can die laughing for hours over the pattern of the carpet in a hotel lobby.

I can't get very far away from Christianity, I can't get very far away from the angels and the saints. I work them in always, in some way.

And books, they offer one hope -- that a whole universe might open up from between the covers, and falling into that universe, one is saved.

I'm always looking, and I'm always asking questions.

Was it fair to say I didn't know the full state of my soul?

All the mortal world is a lethal enemy during those hours between dawn and dusk.

I had many wonderful experiences, received beautiful letters, and my Christian books received substantive and thoughtful reviews. But there was always argument, dispute, questions as to what I "really" believed, lectures from here and there on "the real truth," etc.